For the last several years the podcast has been my favorite medium. I discovered them when my wife bought me my first iPod. I'd estimate that 80 or 90 percent of the time I'm listening to something, it's a podcast and not music. I like to listen to them whenever I'm doing the day's 1,001 tasks. The meager household chores I manage to accomplish are almost entirely due to the wretchedness-reducing power of podcasts.

All dish washing and gutter cleaning is done in my aural cocoon. Pity my wife. Sometimes she lives with the equivalent of a mental patient who has made a psychotic break, an unresponsive schizo who laughs randomly and gets angry when interrupted from his reverie.

I've listed my favorites on the right side. I listen to several from the Earwolf family. That's where my favorite comedy is coming from these days. There are some that have ended their run that are worth checking out. My favorite of these is "Analyze Phish." Over the course of six or seven episodes Harris Wittels tries to convince Scott Aukerman to like the band Phish. I hate Phish, but I loved this podcast.

If you have any recommendations based on what you see here, please leave them in the comments.

I'm as ready as any American to put the election behind. Sure, I did some gratuitous end zone dancing, but it's understandable. I've been an active voter for 20 years and this is the first time where I got my way on all kinds of votes. The good guys won, the rape guys lost, and voters surprised me by voting for progressive issues all over the country, including marijuana and civil rights. Forgive me, Republican friends (I have some), for being a poor winner.

But in this new week I swore to put all the schadenfreude behind me. Then I read this article in the Washington Post. It's about Republican soul-searching in the wake of another loss. These stories are the rage now and this one is pretty typical.  But it was this part that was awesome:

"Her calendar read “Victory Day!!” and she had planned to celebrate in the office by hosting a dance party and selling Romney souvenirs. But instead she was packing those souvenirs into boxes, which would be donated to a charity that sent clothes to South America."

Somewhere in Paraguay or Bolivia a village is going to get a shipment of Romney/Ryan t-shirts. Imagine a playground filled with kids who don't speak English getting mud all over their bright white Romney t-shirts, and they don't give a shit what the words mean.

This makes me happy.

I recently watched “The Devil’s Rock,” a horror film from New Zealand. The film is set in the Channel islands during WWII. The plot concerns a commando who discovers that an SS officer has summoned a demon to use as a weapon. He conjured it using a suitably old and spooky-looking book called “Les Artes Noirs.” Of course, the demon is tricky. Whoever looks at it sees the woman he loves the most. But the demon only uses this power so the poor guy will come close enough to become a quick snack.

It’s not too scary. There aren’t any cheap shocks timed with orchestra hits, and most of the violence has already taken place by the time the commando arrives at the bunker. But there is plenty of gore. The dead bodies serve as demon grub and occult tool boxes.

The acting was good, and the story was pared down to its essentials. But I also liked how the story took the Occult seriously, and not from a Christian perspective. Souls and Satan never entered into the equation. The Occult, like applied science, is just a set of tools to manipulate the world. It's the kind of magic an atheist can believe in.

If this film were American-made and given a higher budget it probably would be terrible. It would be longer than its 83 minutes and have horrid CGI. Also the producers would require it to appease the Christian-dominated sensibilities most Americans have, regardless of whether their churchgoers or not. There would be talk of souls and how you imperil them when you deal with evil. Most American horror takes place in a Christian universe where any Occult activities are de facto Satanism. The person who dares to defy God must pay. This moral and metaphysical order of the universe that the typical moviegoer imagines may be vague and infantile, but it must be reinforced and never questioned.

Year after year "The Exorcist" is touted as the scariest film ever made. It’s constructed well, but I can’t commit to it because the story exists in a Catholic universe. The drama relies on elements that can’t be taken seriously by a rational person. The Catholic viewer believes that there are demons and they do horrible things just for the sheer ugliness of it all. And though there is an omnipotent God who detests them, he won't intervene directly. He relies on his representatives in the church.

For the nonbeliever its horror comes from ugly images, the tragedy of the little girl's suffering, and the typical horror film shocks and editing. But it can't achieve true horror because the premise is impossible. The exorcists, no matter how gravely they go about their task and no matter the insults and pea soup they endure, are just witch doctors waving totems and spouting mumbo-jumbo. Not to mention it reminds me of the history of people with mental illness being treated as possessed or willing collaborators with the Devil. (However, I am a fan of "The Exorcist III," which was really just a serial-killer movie with the great George C. Scott.)

So what is there for the thoroughgoing infidel with a horror jones? There is plenty of natural horror. A case can be made that reality offers the worst terrors. "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre" and "Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer"  showcase perfectly mundane horrors. The zombie plague of "28 Days Later" is a simple disease. And pretty much anything a demon can do an alien can do better. E.g., John Carpenter's "The Thing" is both exquisite horror and science fiction.

Some Christians argue that a godless universe is synonymous with terror. The Christian writer Mike Duran makes this case in this blog post. He writes: "In the atheistic model, when we see our Universe for what it really is, we should be very, very afraid." The atheist horrorist, he says, creates terror by invoking God's absence and laying bare the chaotic truth at the heart of everything.

I don't think that's right. Lovecraft, and especially his modern day descendant Thomas Ligotti, don't derive their terror from God's absence. True, there may be no god or life beyond this one, but they go further. Existence isn't just pointless, it's rotten to the core. In fact Ligotti coined this term to describe it: "Malignant uselessness."

Yet, I imagine a Christian universe would be far more terrifying than the real one could ever be. Life would never end, and we would have to choose between two evils: one named Hell with its fire and teeth-gnashing, and a hell of boredom and chastity called Heaven. Also we would have to submit to the doltish rule of a jealous god that has more in common with an Elder god than Christians would like to admit. 

But my point for writing this is to advocate supernatural and Occult horror films for atheists. While Lovecraft is the atheist horror writer par excellence, his tales haven't translated well to film. The best I've seen is "The Dunwich Horror" from 1970 and starring Dean Stockwell, who gives a great and creepy performance far removed from his comic character on "Quantum Leap." He wants so bad to steal that Necronomicon.

Aside from that, the best Lovecraft or Lovecraftian movies I've seen were comic: "Reanimator" and "The Last Lovecraft: Relic of Cthulhu." Everybody knows the former, but the latter is woefully unknown. Like "Shaun of the Dead" it has great performances and a hilarious script, but it is totally immersed in Lovecraft. The more you know the source, the more you'll love it.

"The Devil Rides Out" is a great horror film based on the book by Dennis Wheatley, a prolific British horror writer. He published a ton of occult thrillers starring the Duke de Richleau and they read like Satanic Ian Fleming novels. Some more of these were made into films.

"The Devil Rides Out" is almost guaranteed to be good simply because it stars Christopher Lee. He plays the Duke, who is a master of Occult arts, including astral projection.

This movie has animal sacrifice, magic circles and even a summoning of the devil. It takes it all very seriously, and at no point does anyone pray to Jesus for protection. The only way to battle the evil occultist Mocata is fire with fire. Wheatlely's novels were popular because he had an encyclopaedic knowledge of the Occult. Or made his readers think so. I suspect he took many liberties.

But hands down the best occult movie I have ever seen is "Simon King of the Witches." There is a trailer for the film available on Youtube, but I don't recommend it. Evidently the studio didn't know how to market it. Despite what the trailer implies, there are no cheap thrills, the movie has lots of humor and Simon is no villain. Simon is a true magician who doesn't need hokum like ancient amulets and crystal balls. When he needs to construct a magic altar he goes down to the hardware store and puts the stuff together in a basement.

You can watch the entire movie on Youtube or get it from Netflix.

I just realized that these movies I recommended came out in the late '60s, early '70s. This was an Occult Golden Age. My favorite Occult books and music came out during this period too. It'd be worth exploring why in another post. And also why it faded away. Or maybe I'm just out of the loop and it's stronger than ever.